Disgraced Politician. Chapter 589.

Do politicians have shame? I have met more than a few over the course of my 58 years. Very few do. Granted, I did not deal with many before I became an adult, and a businessperson. As an adult I deal with them occasionally. They swim in different water than you and I do, in a sea of unearned money.

They do not allow themselves to tell themselves that. Then, again, we all live off other people’s money. The difference between a businessman and a politician is that one gets in the way of the other so that the other can feel self-important.

I do not have it in me to be a politician. Instead, I am Catholic.

I am cultivating the company of a disgraced politician. A leopard does not change its spots.

Once in politics, always in politics. It is their profession. I do not understand it, nor do I care to. All I do is vote for the least potential evil.

I have spent the last three days hearing about people complain about the Mayor, who has earned universal disdain amongst those who choose to pay attention.

I have just made new business cards, starting a business that I do not need to register with the city. Everything that happens in New Orleans works around City Hall. They are such a pain in the neck. I am thinking about getting a job there.

My line of work is not predictable.

I wouldn’t mind a City Hall paycheck, benefits, and un-fireable job security for doing nothing but showing up and giving wrong answers to people. I am sure the lunchroom conversation will be enlightening, like an after school special of what life choices not to make.

Thinking about City Hall puts me in a sour mood. I am going to stop thinking about it. I work around it, as most people do, except for new transplants. They soon learn.

Now, let us get to the heart of the matter, shall we?

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